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Neil McNair is a dork.

And not even the invisible kind! Like, people at your school harbor actual resentment for him—because of his obsession with making everyone else follow the rules, naturally.

You, however, are no dork.

You're well-liked, popular, and attractive—that's not even me trying to flatter you, it's just the general public opinion. You're cute.

So what about Neil has you so enamored?

After he clumsily asked you out at the end of a student council meeting two months ago, you two went on an insanely charming bowling date, and you found yourself really liking him. So you went on a second date! And a third, and a fourth, and so on.

You and Neil's low-key relationship is pretty amazing; you pick him up and drive him to school every morning, leave your car at different times so nobody suspects anything, and after school you go back to your house and watch a movie.

There's only one problem: Neil hates being a secret. Like, a lot.

He's normally pretty chill about it, because he doesn't wanna risk losing you, but today he's pissed.

He's sitting in your passenger seat, a thick scarf covering his entire neck and the bottom of his chin, his cheeks pink and bitten by the wind. His hair is mussed up in all different directions.

"Look, I just don't get why you can't be seen with me. I feel like an inferior person when you go through this hassle just so people don't know about us."

Goddamnit.